The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 14 Cheaters

After his workout, Tim came home, fed, the cat, drank a protein shake, showered and dressed. He entered his sports car and headed to Rebecca’s apartment. Tim had a date with his wife, Gertrude, tonight, but she didn’t know that yet.

Nightfall arrived on the small University. The campus was a series of converted strip malls consisting of ten city blocks.

So as not to be recognized, Tim left his car at Rebecca’s apartment and the two took Rebecca’s car.

Rebecca and Tim had been at the University parking lot for over an hour. The campus was empty. There were only four cars parked in the lot.

“I know I’ve seen that beat up sports car in front of my house before.” said Tim.

Two figures exited the building. The woman wore a blue pants suite and the man besides her was well dressed, with brown dress pants, a burgundy shirt, and a matching tie. The two walked very close together.

“There’s Gertrude. And Who’s with her? It’s....it’s....Ali! I can’t believe she’s with Ali!” said a shocked Tim.

Ali was 28, 5′9′ and was from Iran. He had recently started employment at the University. Tim had met him a few times.

“Easy Tim” said a reassuring Rebecca as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

Gertrude and Ali entered their cars and sped off in the same direction.

“Follow them.” said Tim still in a slight state of shock.

Rebecca started the car and they sped off.

The pursuit led to a local bar. Tim stayed in the car while he sent Rebecca in for reconnaissance. Rebecca exited the bar and walked towards her car.

“Well?” asked a somewhat dazed Tim.

“They’re definitely lovers. They’re kissing, holding hands, and laughing together. I’m sorry Tim.” said a sincere Rebecca.

“Let’s see where they go from here.” said an emotionless Tim.

After another hour, Gertrude and Ali exited the bar. They got in their individual cars and speed off. Rebecca and Tim followed in pursuit.

The three cars ended up at Ali’s apartment. Gertrude and Ali entered the apartment.

“What now?” asked Rebecca.

“We go in. Here’s the plan.” said an emotionless Tim.

While Tim told Rebecca his plan, Gertrude was making herself comfortable at Ali’s apartment.

Just as Ali kissed Gertrude on the sofa, the doorbell rang. A frustrated Ali got off of Gertrude and headed towards the door.

“Yes?” answered Ali. He was puzzled at the sight of a beautiful woman in a tight, skimpy outfit.

That beautiful woman was Rebecca and she had out done herself this time. She wore a short red-grey mini-skirt with a red sleeveless shirt that showed off every glorious curve of her magnificent body. Rebecca posed at his door.

Her make-up today made her look even more stunning than usual. Her bright red lipstick made sure that no man would have trouble finding her luscious lips. And at Tim’s request she styled her short black hair in a very wild look.

“Hi.” said Rebecca in a very flirtatious pose.

“Hi!” replied Ali.

Rebecca could tell that Ali liked what he saw.

“I was wondering if you could help me. I accidentally dropped my car keys on the lawn outside.” said Rebecca as she pouted her seductive lips.

She didn’t have to say another word. Ali ran to the garage, grabbed a flashlight, and frantically began searching the lawn. Rebecca bent over in a sexy pose searching. Ali glimpsed at her amazing ass as he helped her look for her keys.

Meanwhile, Tim slipped into Ali’s apartment.

Tim saw Gertrude on the sofa.

She was impatiently waiting for Ali. The top few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, revealing most of her bra. Next to her was a coffee table with two drinks on it.

“So! This is what you do when you’re working late?” asked Tim in a loud, strong voice.

“Tim! Oh Ali and I were just discussing the lesson plan for next month.” said Gertrude as she quickly buttoned up her blouse.

Gertrude had never had a good poker face.

“I know how you two were acting at the bar tonight.” said Tim.

Gertrude looked down.

“How long?” said Tim loudly.

Gertrude looked down and was silent.

“How long?” repeated Tim.

She remained silent for a moment.

“Since...since we moved out here.” said Gertrude, meekly.

Ali walked back to his apartment.

“Sorry. One of my neighbors needed help with something.” said Ali as he entered the apartment.

Ali saw Tim in his apartment. Ali stopped. His face turned as white as a ghost.

“How’s it going Ali?” said Tim with contempt in his voice.

Tim move closer to Ali, taking an aggressive posture. Both men were physically fit. Ali was a few years younger than Tim, but at 5′11″ Tim had a slight height advantage. In addition, Tim was much more motivated to win this particular fight.

Ali was speechless.

“Gertrude. I want a divorce. You have two weeks to get you stuff out of the house. The house is for sale. You can live with Ali.” said Tim.

Before Gertrude could say a word, Ali spoke.

“Ah... I was going to tell Gertrude tonight. I met someone. And it’s getting serious. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” said Ali.

“What? You were going to have sex with me one last time before you ended it? You were going to use me for sex?” said Gertrude emotional and in tears.

Tim took out his phone and quickly sent a text message instructing Rebecca to enter.

“Oh. He’s a keeper Gertrude. I’ve known about the two of you for months. I was too afraid to admit it. I started seeing someone last week. I’m moving in with her.” said Tim.

Rebecca entered.

“Gertrude, Ali, this my girlfriend Rebecca.” said Tim, proudly.

Rebecca looked closely at Ali.

“You picked him over Tim?” asked Rebecca in disbelief.

Gertrude cried.

“How many orgasms has Ali given you since you’ve been together?” asked Rebecca.

“One.” cried Gertrude.

“One?” asked a disappointed Ali.

“One orgasm? Are you insane, woman?” replied Rebecca in disbelief as she flung her arms in the air.

“I can’t help it. My therapist says I have a pattern of pushing away the ones I love.” cried Gertrude.

“It’s good to know the $600 a month we’ve been paying in therapy bills has really been

helping.” said a sarcastic Tim.

“Shut up. You’re always using things I tell you against me.” cried Gertrude.

“You two have a great evening. Rebecca and I are leaving.” said Tim.

“No! Tim...Where will I go? What will I do with out you?” sobbed Gertrude.

“Frankly Gertrude, I don’t care about you anymore.” said Tim.

Tim walked out with Rebecca on his arm.

Tim screamed out in joy as he and Rebecca happily ran towards the car, holding hands.

They entered the car, kissed, and then speed off to Tim’s new home.

Chapter 15 A Sense of Normalcy?

A few weeks had gone by since Tim moved in with Rebecca. Everyday, Gertrude phoned Tim, begging him to take her back. Every day Tim refused. Tim and Rebecca were having sex a couple times a day and got along very well in their apartment. Tim was looking stronger thanks to his free daily trainings at the gym.

At the gym, Rebecca was talking to Erika as the two rode the elliptical machines. Tim entered the gym. Several women looked in his direction as he headed for the locker room.

“Erika, when I told you about Tim, I didn’t expect you to tell the whole gym.” said an upset Rebecca.

“I just told a few people.” said Erica.

“A few people? The whole gym knows. I trusted you. I thought you could keep a secret.” said Rebecca.

Tim exited the locker room and headed towards Rebecca.

“Hi Tim!” said an excited Rebecca.

“Hi Tim” said Erika.

“Rebecca, Erika.” replied Tim.

The three talked about work for a few minutes and then Rebecca & Erika headed out to their body pump class.

Tim continued to work out on the elliptical machine as he looked up at the TV. Almost all of the pretty girls were in the class, so the gym contained mostly men for the moment.

But just then, Christine, the 19-year-old day care worker walked towards the aerobic machines. She wore her usual outfit: glasses, dark-red lipstick on her luscious lips, tight hip-hugger jeans, and a short red top. Her long medium-brown hair was in a pony-tail. She seemed to be looking for someone, probably her boyfriend. Who ever she was looking for, he didn’t appear to be in the gym. She seemed somewhat annoyed.

As she looked around her eyes caught Tim’s eyes. Tim smiled.

Christine smiled back, she walked towards Tim and said “Hi!”

“Hi.” replied Tim.

Meanwhile, in the body pump class, Rebecca realized she forgot to fill her water bottle and headed to the room’s exit.

Christine moved closer to Tim.

“You’ve really improved in the past few weeks. You look great.” said Christine.

As Rebecca headed towards the water fountain, she saw Tim and Christine talking and smiling at each other. Rebecca’s heart sank, she reached the water fountain, filled her bottle, and headed back.

Tim didn’t notice Rebecca, his attention was focused on Christine.

“Thanks. I’m Tim.” he said.

“Hi. I’m Christine.” she said.

Christine felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.

It was her short muscular boyfriend.

“I’ve been looking for you.” said Christine as she hugged and kissed him.

Meanwhile, Rebecca was back in classroom. She had tears in her eyes.

After working out with his trainer, Tim stopped off at the grocery store. About an hour later, Tim was home, in Rebecca’s apartment. But, there was no sign of Rebecca. Tim called her cell phone, but there was no answer.

Finally, at 10:30 that evening, the phone rang. Tim raced to the phone.

“Hello.” answered Tim.

“Tim.” said Rebecca. Her voice sounded very tired.

“Rebecca, where are you? Are you all right? What happened?” asked Tim.

“Tim. I need a lawyer.” said Rebecca.

“A lawyer? What did you do, kill someone?” joked Tim.

“Yes.” replied Rebecca.

Tim’s jaw dropped.

“I have to go. Have the lawyer come to the county jail tomorrow.” said a very serious Rebecca. She hung up the phone.

It was a sunny morning. The alarm clock woke up Tim. He slowly woke up. His hand reached out to the other side of the bed, but there was no one there.

“Ok, stay calm. Rebecca is in jail. She killed someone and I need to get a lawyer.” said Tim aloud trying to convince himself that this was really happening.

He got up, turned on the TV and headed for the bathroom.

Tim started shaving.

“And next an employee at a local gym is murdered.” said the perky anchorwoman. Tim stopped shaving and ran to the TV.

He sat through commercials for a furniture store, a mattress store, and a car dealership.

The newscast returned.

“A 19-year-old gym employee, Christine Morris was murdered at Silver’s Gym last night. The worker was apparently run over 12 times by a gym member’s car. The police arrested and charged Rebecca Wingate with vehicular manslaughter and homicide. More charges are pending. The suspect claimed to have a problem with her brakes. Channel 5 acquired this exclusive video from the gym’s surveillance camera. Before we show the video, we want to warn you that it is very graphic.” said the smiling, happy anchor woman.

Tim sat horrified watching the TV as Rebecca repeatedly ran over Christine with her 4-door Japanese car.

“Wow that really was graphic.” said the male newscaster to the female newscaster.

“Yes. It really was. Let’s go to the channel 5 exclusive slow-motion replay and see it again.” said the female newscaster, smiling an even bigger smile.

In a daze, Tim finished getting ready for the tough day ahead.

Ok, this isn’t so bad. I can use the phone to put the jury on Rebecca’s side. She’ll never get convicted. It’s a local case anyway. It probably won’t even reach the national news.” said Tim aloud, trying to calm himself down.

He managed to get the name of a good lawyer from a friend last night. Tim grabbed the paper with the lawyer’s info, picked up the phone, and made an appointment for later that morning.

“Everything is fine. Rebecca will be free soon. And we’ll be together again.” said Tim aloud. Tim was starting to believe that somehow, everything would turn out fine.

Tim exited the apartment. In an instant, his eyes were blinded by hundreds of flashes. In front of Tim were almost a hundred reporters representing every national and local broadcaster and tabloid paper in the country. Tim even saw one reporter from England.

The reporter’s questions were relentless. Tim was bombarded by the continual flashes of the cameras.

“Tim is it true you had an affair with Christine?” and “Tim, how long had you and Rebecca been dating?” and “Tim did you do any brake work on Rebecca’s car?” were just a few of the never-ending questions from the reporters.

“No comment.” said a cornered Tim.

“Tim could we interview you on our national morning show? I have a helicopter the can take you right to the studio” said one producer.

Tim considered the offer. “The morning show! I could have that sexy short-haired anchor women interview me. I heard she use to be a cheerleader in high school. I could use the phone and.... No! What am I thinking? That’s what got me into this mess in the first place!” thought Tim.

No Comment!” yelled Tim as got into his car and sped off to the lawyer’s office.

The lawyer and Tim met with Rebecca. The situation was grim. No bail or conjugal visits were allowed. The videotape and several eyewitnesses made the case almost impossible to fight. The best the lawyer could come up with was an insanity defense. Even if it worked Rebecca would not be free for many years, if not decades. And with all the publicity, Tim could not risk using the phone to gain Rebecca’s freedom.

Chapter 16 Back to the Gym

Tim was stressed. Really stressed. “Maybe a good workout at the gym would clear my mind.

At the gym, Tim got on the exercise bike. A few minutes later, the sexy red-head, Melissa, got on the elliptical machine in front of Tim. Tim watched the motion of Melissa’s scantly-clad body as she rode the machine on an incline. Tim imagined that the motions wouldn’t be that different than if she was riding him. Her scrub pants seemed especially loose today. Slowly, her scrubs fell down her hips revealing a somewhat worn blue-green thong. Trying to be gentleman, Tim tried not to stare, but couldn’t help take the occasional look at Melissa and her amazing thong. After a few moments, Melissa, pulled up her scrubs in a very fluid, nonchalant motion.

“Did she just show me her thong on purpose?” Tim asked himself.

“Ready to workout Tim?” asked Anne.

“Huh, what?” said Tim as he took his eyes off Melissa.

“How are you Tim?” asked a concerned Anne.

“Ok, I guess. I’m hoping some exercise will clear my mind.” said Tim.

The two headed back to the weight room.

How’s your dream girl?” asked Anne.

“Not good. A best case scenario, even with an insanity plea, is 20 years without parole. I still don’t understand what happened.” said Tim.

“I do. You picked a dream girl that is stupid, insane, and a murderer.” said Anne.

“Shut up Anne!” said Tim, reacting to what she said.

“Well you’re not going to have me to pick on much longer.” said Anne.

“What? Why? Are you going somewhere?” asked Tim.

“I moving to Phoenix in two weeks to be back with my old boyfriend.” said a rather happy Anne.

“The one who hits you?” said Tim.

“That was only a few times. Besides he told me he changed.” said Anne.

Tim had heard much about Anne’s boyfriend from the other trainers. The man physically abused Anne on a fairly regular basis. The two recently broke up and he moved out of state.

“I’ll never understand why beautiful woman always fall for the worst men.” said Tim.

“Well, I don’t understand why such a good-looking guy would fall for a loser like Rebecca.” said Anne.

Tim had enough. He walked out in the middle of his training.

“Wait! Tim. I’m sorry.” said the voice in the distance.

Tim exited the gym and walked towards his car in the parking lot.

As Tim walked closer, he noticed something funny about his sports car. There were scratches, and cracks all throughout the car’s polymer body. It looked as if a heavy, round, object had repeatedly battered his 2-year-old car. Then Tim noticed that there was a large, round, 45-pound weight in his shattered front windshield.

He picked up the note from underneath the windshield wiper. It read “That was for Christine.” The note sent a slight chill down Tim’s spine.

“Perhaps the gym isn’t the best place to clear my thoughts anymore.” thought Tim.

He drove away in his battered car.

The following day, Tim left work in the morning and headed for the auto body shop.

Tim entered the shop.

“Can I help you?” said a man behind the counter.

Tim couldn’t help but notice a tall, young beautiful Hispanic woman, behind the counter. She was filing some papers. She was dressed nicely, wearing grey slacks and a white blouse that flattered her slender body nicely.

“Yes, my insurance company made an appointment to have my car looked at.”

“Can I have your keys?” asked the man.

Tim complied.

“Denise, bring in the blue sports car from across the street.” said the man as he handed her the keys.

Denise was about 5′9″, 24 years old with long, dark, tightly curled hair. She looked like she belonged in the fashion industry, maybe even as a model.

“The adjustor will be with you in a moment.” said the man.

Denise exited the body shop, not even noticing Tim.

“Hmm... Maybe she could clear my head. This would be a perfect opportunity to try long-lost-love mode.” thought Tim.

“I’ll be outside for a minute.” said Tim as he exited the shop.

Tim flipped open the phone and made Denise his new subject. As Denise entered Tim’s car, her body jerked violently for a moment. She then slumped into the driver’s seat. Tim stood at a distance, watching her.

He felt both excited and afraid. “I hope she’s not dead.” thought Tim.

After several long minutes, she slowly awoke from her reprogramming. Unaware of what happened, she started Tim’s car and drove it into the garage. She exited the car, lit a cigarette, and walked towards the shop entrance.

“Denise” said Tim.

Denise stopped, looked at Tim. Her facial expression was that of recognition.

“Tim! Oh my gosh! I was just thinking about you!” said Denise. She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Smiling, she inhaled on her cigarette.

“How are you?” she asked.

“I’m good. You look great Denise.” said Tim.

She exhaled in a very sexy pose.

“Thank you. You look amazing Tim. Are you still with that girl?” she asked.

“No we broke up a while back. I’m completely available. How about you?” said Tim.

“Really? Oh I have friends, but no one serious. No one like you.” said Denise, smiling as she playfully touched his shoulder.

“We should get together.” said Tim.

“That’s a great idea. How about tonight at my place? I’ll cook you something really good.” said a flirtatious Denise.

“Let’s she how well this new mode works.” thought Tim.

He moved in closer to Denise, put his hand behind her head, and began a long, passionate kiss.

Denise completely responded, her eyes closed, her tongue danced with Tim’s tongue.

When the kiss ended, Denise almost lost her balance. She let out a slight moan.

Her eyes looked at him with complete adoration.

“I’ll see you tonight.” said Tim.

He walked away.

“Why didn’t I use this mode earlier?” thought Tim.

After discovering that it would take insurance rep, a few hours to examine the car and write up an estimate, Tim decided to walk to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Tim entered the restaurant.

“Hi. One non-smoking.” said Tim to the hostess.

The hostess was in her early twenties, medium height, with a nice figure. She had long, blonde, curly hair. The hostess lead Tim to his table. She handed him two menus.

Before Tim even realized the hostess’ mistake, she took the second menu from him.

“Two menus. I must have wanted to have lunch with you.” said the waitress. She smiled and said “Your server will be with you shortly.” She walked away.

“Thank goodness for the phone. It’s so hard to meet woman. For some reason, women just aren’t interested in me.” thought Tim.

Tim never could tell if a woman was interested in him. That’s why he married Gertrude. Gertrude made it very clear when she was interested in a man. She threw herself at Tim and all the other men she was interested in, usually on the first date. It wasn’t until the affair, that Tim saw a serious problem with Gertrude’s pattern.

Tim devoured his lunch, picked up his car, and headed back to work. He had a busy day ahead of him.

Tim returned to his cubicle, and resumed work on his document.

“How bad is it?” asked Michelle as she walked towards Tim’s cubicle.

He looked up at Michelle.

“About $4500 before the cost of the rental car. And I have a $500 deductible.” said Tim.

“Ouch.” said Michelle as she reassuringly touched Tim’s shoulder.

“Are you going to tonight’s office party?” asked Michelle.

“Nope. I have other plans.” said Tim.

Chapter 17 Lost Love

Tim knocked on Denise’s door. The door opened, revealing the beautiful Denise. She wore a tight short-sleeve red top, a black mini-skirt, and red high-heel shoes.

“Come in Tim.” said Denise.

Tim entered the 2-bedroom apartment. It was definitely a woman’s apartment. The living room contained several fluffy pillows on the sofa and love seat.

Denise seemed to have a fascination with a movie about a couple having breakfast at a jewelry store. There were several framed pictures from this movie hanging on the walls throughout the apartment. Tim had never seen the movie, but he heard it was good.

A small beagle ran towards Tim.

“You remember my dog Newman.” said Denise.

“Of course, how could I forget.” said Tim as he awkwardly petted the beagle. Tim was clearly not a dog person.

“Interesting. This mode creates the premise that I’m Denise’s long lost love. Her mind fills in the blanks. I never met this dog before. I better play along so I can have Denise.” thought Tim.

“What’s on the menu?” asked Tim.

“My specialty, pork with rubbed sage. And for dessert, well you’ll have to wait and see.” said the sexy Denise.

Denise turned out to be a good cook. The two had a pleasant conversation through dinner.

Each told the other what’s new in their lives.

Denise cleared the table while Tim walked to the sofa in the living room.

After clearing the table, Denise joined Tim on the sofa. She lit a cigarette. “Did you quit?” she asked.

“Yes” Tim replied. Tim had never smoked but the lie was a small price to pay for Denise’s amazing body.

“I wish I had your willpower.” said Denise.

“It’s time to speed up this date.” thought Tim.

“I should check my messages.” said Tim.

In his best time yet, he flipped open the phone and put Denise into super-horny mode.

Tim grabbed the cigarette as it slipped out of the dazed Denise’s hand and placed it out on the ash try on the coffee table. Before Denise regained consciousness, Tim began kissing Denise’s red lips.

Still somewhat dazed, Denise kissed back.

Still kissing, Tim guided Denise’s slender body so that she lay on the couch with her back resting on one of the armrests. He placed his left hand behind Denise’s head, supporting her neck and head as he continued to kiss her.

Tim touched Denise’s shoulder. She gave a slight moan, their lips still locked. He touched her breasts though her clothes. She let out a louder moan. They continued to kiss.

Tim moved his hand lower to Denise’s non-existent stomach. She moaned louder, her tongue still embracing his tongue.

He moved his hand lower. This time, his hand went under her mini-skirt and panties. His fingers reached out to her wet vagina. Still kissing Tim, she moaned even louder. Tim took his wet fingers and touched her clit. He began a swirling motion with his fingers. Denise continued to moan. She laid on the sofa fully dressed, her legs spread, Tim’s left hand was under her head, his lips were over her mouth, and his right hand was under her skirt and panties. She was completely his.

As he continued the swirling motion with his hands, Denise’s breathing and moans increased. Tim continued kissing Denise. Denise’s tongue action increased. A few minutes later, Denise moaned extremely loud as her pelvis shook violently. She came. They stopped kissing.

Tim enjoyed watching Denise come to orgasm.

He enjoyed it so much that he repeated the process twice. By her third orgasm, she was exhausted. She stayed on the sofa. Her fully clothed, pussy-drenched body was unable to move.

Tim gave her a moment to recover, then he “zapped” Denise again. Tim sat on the sofa by Denise’s side.

“Tim, I need you.” she moaned. Her hand touched Tim’s crotch.

“Do you want me inside you?” asked Tim.

“Oh, yes!” replied a horny Denise.

“First I need you to make it hard. Do you think you can do that Denise?” asked Tim.

“Oh, yes!” replied Denise.

She slowly sat up and unzipped his pants.

Denise, if you want me back, you need to give me really good head. The best you’ve ever given. Do you think you can do that?” commanded Tim.

Denise replied with a devilish smile. She put one hand on the base and her mouth engulfed the rest. She didn’t stop. Tim held her long, dark, curly hair in his hand. In a few moments, it became obvious to Tim that Denise could give really great head.

“Ok. ok. Stop!” commanded Tim.

Denise stopped. She looked at him with complete desire.

With a little help from Denise, Tim removed her mini-skirt and panties. Her top remained. Denise’s hips looked even more fertile naked than clothed.

“Lay down and spread those slender legs Denise.” ordered Tim.

She obeyed without question.

He quickly put on a condom. As he slowly entered Denise, she moaned.

He placed his hands over hers as he grinded his groin against her clit. Denise was pinned; she couldn’t move if she wanted to. She moaned louder; her breathing became deeper. Tim began kissing her neck and ears as he continued circular motions inside her. She responded to every touch and movement becoming more aroused every moment until finally she could take it any more.

She began screaming some words in Spanish that Tim couldn’t quite make out. Certainly these words were never covered in his high school Spanish classes. As she continued to scream, her body began to shake violently. Tim could feel Denise’s vagina spasm around his penis. Finally she stopped moving. The only sound was that of her deep breathing.

Tim reset Denise, pulled off her top and pulled her breasts out of her bra. Denise began light moans. Tim cupped, kissed, sucked, and bit her breasts and nipples. She moaned louder and her nipples were rock hard.

He resumed thrusting again. She responded with each thrust, becoming more aroused and closer to that inevitable intense orgasm. Her moans turned into screams of ecstasy. Denise came yet again, her body shook, then became limp.

Quickly, Tim reset Denise. He lifted her long slender legs onto his shoulders and resumed thrusting. Once again, she was aroused, anticipating that next really great orgasm that only Tim could give her. After more thrusting, Tim couldn’t take it anymore. As he came inside her, she came. The two spasmed rhythmically.

They lay there for several minutes silent and exhausted.

Tim pulled out, handed Denise some tissues, and disposed of his condom. Denise slowly sat up.

Tim couldn’t help, but stare at her gorgeous naked body in all it’s glory.

Denise lit a cigarette, she inhaled deeply. She was completely content.

“Tim, we are amazing together. Let’s get back together.” said a hopeful Denise.

“I don’t know. It always seemed to be more about you, and not enough about me.” said Tim, playing the game.

“Oh Tim I’ll change.” replied Denise, suddenly insecure.

“Denise, I need to be with someone that doesn’t think about them self all the time. I need someone that thinks about me, someone who wants to take care of me. That’s not you.”

“Tim, I’ll change. I promise.” pleaded Denise.

“ I don’t know. It would mean a lot of work on your part.” said Tim.

“Please, give me a chance Tim.” pleaded Denise.

“Ok, I’ll give you a chance. But don’t mess up.” said Tim.

“Oh, thank you Tim!” cried out Denise. Her naked body hugged Tim.